Entry to Vestria — Fourteenth Day, Noon
The city first appeared as a shadow on the horizon.
Then as a defined form—white walls gleaming under the midday sun, towers rising like needles toward the clear sky.
Vestria.
Neutral capital. Seat of the Council of Kingdoms.
The oldest city in the Twelve Kingdoms, built before borders existed, when everything was a single empire that had collapsed a thousand years ago.
Kaito stopped his horse on a hill that offered a complete view.
"It's... breathtaking."
Naporia rode up beside him, studying the city with tactical eyes.
"Excellent fortifications. Thirty-meter walls. Watchtowers every fifty meters. Controlled access."
Drake added from the other side.
"The city was designed to never be conquered. That's why it's neutral. Attacking Vestria is declaring war on all kingdoms."
Aria approached, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"It's beautiful. Look at that architecture."
She was right.
